Why is life so complicated ? Why does the very air you breathe suffocates? Why do expectations hurt? What’s with the masquerade?
Why aren’t we happy? Why are decisions so difficult? Why are choices so confusing?
What hurts more: losing someone? loneliness?rejection? envy? “Move on” they say “You deserve better!” What is better?
Why are feelings inexpressible?? Are things really that complicated? Or is it us?
Everytime I lie to myself that I don’t care,
about all the bonds we shared.
But now nothing makes me feel bad anymore.
I’ve stored my pride and caring it like my own. I’m pristine and gentle like a fawn.
So, no matter what you do!
In all this and more, I see me, know me and not you anymore.